your spotless, ebonic looks has no equal
they all thought of you,
a work of an old benin, afrikan sculpture
why?
b’cos of your spotless ebonic beauty
everyone’s eyes were on you
some said, you’re likely a drop by the heavens to tease the men of dzunyo
I also tried to see for myself
whom they were talking about
so I shoved my way through the crowd
b’cos of the gap between us,
I believed them
sparkle of the sun on your face,
reveals a cool ebonic radiance
at the sight of
your tighs and legs
in the wrapper,
you look like none of the birthed ones
so I believed them
I remembered stories grandma told, of elegant and delicate beings who live in the world of topodzi,
whose ebonic beauty,
none in this world possesses
I thought, you were one
and has come for a visit
again when I saw your back,
protrude from the wrapper,
it was true, you weren’t made of this world
but the closer I got,
there I saw you clearly
that, you’re the one
when both cheeks begin to relax and your sparkling teeth,
emerge from your smile,
there I know,
you’re the one
they couldn’t believe it
I walked to you
that I, a birthed being
could touch,
a goddess, like you
b’cos they thought,
you weren’t made of this world
but when you begin to shout my name and I call yours,
that their surprises show on their faces
from then on
they know,
you’re mine
and I’m yours
that you’re after all,
one of the birthed ones
you haven’t been sculptured at all
that nature,
has just been generous with you
pouring her spotless ebonic beauty on you
a gift, no cowries could exchange
now it’s not only me who knows
but everyone agrees
your spotless, ebonic looks,
has no equal,
anywhere in the world
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